I will never figure these pigs out. Pandora is at home, presumably sleeping in the pigloo. Pippin is at work with me, chowing down on the paper towel lining his carrier, even though he has had three Critical Care feedings since midnight and three kinds of vegetables in front of him.

He’s pooped once since midnight. The poops were small and gloppy-looking, but nevertheless, poops. It’s kind of like the song by Lewis Carroll “soup of the evening, beautiful soup, beautiful, beautiful soup.” Except I feel like singing “beautiful poop.”

Pigs to into vet’s office 7:30 EDT Wednesday. Pippin is scheduled to be knocked out again and have tooth pulled. Both will be showered with attention by a doting office staff.

Mold Man comes at 10:30 AM. He promises to bring his best team members and try to have everything done by Thursday nite. Pigs are scheduled to stay at vet’s until Sat if necessary.

I will not have full use of my bathroom or bedroom, so I am packing stuff into a duffel bag. I figure I can catch a couple hours’ sleep at the studio during the day. I have also got a temporary pass from Sport and Health Club so I can use their shower if necessary. Also the gym and steam bath. Wachovia guy sez the mold clean-up is the only thing holding us back.